"We do have some money," retorted Qiao Dazhu with a gruff voice.
"What money? Not even enough for you to get married! Now put down your mother. This damn girl just sold some vegetables, she's not lacking silver, you don't need to pity her!" said Qiao Changfu, taking steps to pull Zhu Cuiying off Qiao Dazhu's body.
Qiao Ying, who had been covering her mouth, finally couldn't help but speak, "Big brother, look at the blood on our mother, then think about our family's situation! You can't even get married!"
Though she spoke, her right hand was still covering her mouth.
Qiao Xiaomai had caused her to fall and she bit her lip resulting in some bleeding.
Feeling slightly ashamed, she didn't want Tong Sanlang to see her looking dishevelled, so she kept her mouth covered.
"This is not your place to speak! A maiden, who is yet to be married, causing trouble in your uncle's house – have you no shame!" Qiao Qinghe retorted, glaring at her.
